It's -- Prompto's camera now has a photo evidencing that cheerful face and easy acceptance of grossly misunderstood camaraderie in purpose, and how readily he proposes memories and alliance. Like the white noise of static and equally fraying, in his stomach, his head. ]
But you'll continue fighting for him, won't you?
[ Strength for his prince-king's sake -- and that pulls his hand, lifted to wary acceptance. The second today and an exhaustion for his reticent limbs. Yet, even as he shakes, he warns. ]
You trust too easily.
[ Perhaps that, too, why he took his hand. Beyond familiarity, the jarring sense of reflection (though he doubts he had ever been this cute), this sort of guy needs looking after. As little-suited as Gaelio is for the job. ]
no subject
Perhaps stalling.
It's -- Prompto's camera now has a photo evidencing that cheerful face and easy acceptance of grossly misunderstood camaraderie in purpose, and how readily he proposes memories and alliance. Like the white noise of static and equally fraying, in his stomach, his head. ]
But you'll continue fighting for him, won't you?
[ Strength for his prince-king's sake -- and that pulls his hand, lifted to wary acceptance. The second today and an exhaustion for his reticent limbs. Yet, even as he shakes, he warns. ]
You trust too easily.
[ Perhaps that, too, why he took his hand. Beyond familiarity, the jarring sense of reflection (though he doubts he had ever been this cute), this sort of guy needs looking after. As little-suited as Gaelio is for the job. ]